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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:24 pm
And Ivie was quite safe. She was busy talking to an officer from the day before who, after taking some follow-up pictures of Ivie's neck for use in court, quite happily signed the freshly printed leave forms for her. Giving them a quick once over, Ivie frowned. "Officer, two weeks is too much, I don't want to - "
"Take the two months, Ms Callaghan. I already spoke to your boss and she'd rather both you recovered and that bruising went down before you went back to work. Work cover will cover your costs. She said she didn't want you scaring the patients by looking like you walked out of a ghost train." She would have been insulted had he not given her a warm smile and a wink and, now that she thought about it, it was probably a good idea. Thanking him, Ivie walked out of the office in time to see another, larger officer talking in hushed tones to Nye. She'd come over just in time to hear the words 'locked up', and frowned.
"Ah...is there a problem with something, Nye?" Ivie asked quietly. "Sorry if I'm interrupting but...um...I've got the forms and all..." Oh, wait, she'd forgotton. The scarft went back around her neck, quickly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:29 pm
Nye pointed to Ivie and Geoffrey respectively as he introduced the two with the most amused expression on his face. "Ivie Callaghan, meet MacGuff the Crime Dog. MacGuff the Crime Dog, meet Ivie Callaghan."
With a fierce blush on his face, Geoffrey pivoted back towards Nye and crossed his arms defiantly. "My pleasure, Miss Callaghan. Did you know Nye was previously convicted for blatant sarcasm towards superior officers while he was in the officer academy and chickened out when he found out we have to get sprayed with pepperspray?" Obviously out to embarrass Nye, Geoffrey felt very relieved in getting that story out. Nye simply rolled his eyes. Embarassment succeeded.
"Just because I became a hairdresser does not mean you have to be jealous."
"I bet you still have that pink ice cube tray, too."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:36 pm
"Please to meet you...ah....sir..." Ivie really wasn't quite sure how she was meant to address the 'Crime dog', and couldn't resist a giggle. Everyone knew the crime dog, they really did. Ivie had to assume that it was this poor bloke who was stuck inside the suit every 'Crime Awareness Day'. Poor guy, that was in summer too.
"Sarcasm? Nye? I don't believe it, he's been nothing but charming." There we go Nye, Ivie just stroked your ego. "Though dosen't pepper spray sting until you poor milk on it or something? That's what it said on the can I have...ah...somewhere..." She'd done the cursory glance in her bag, but said can was no-where in sight. Hm. Must have left it at home.
"So you're notorious for that ice-tray, huh? Told you it was girly."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:45 pm
Jeff was stuck in there every Crime Awareness Day. His deal for getting into the suit was a supply of ice water donated to him by the station, as well as other adequate cooling solutions. MacGuff needed to be a happy pooch.
"She's seen the tray? Geez, Nye, I told you it was bad."
"Oh, please. You're the one that doesn't drink. The entertainment of stars in colored drinks is much better than in water."
"Ha-ha. Well, unlike some lazy bastards, I've got some actual work to do. You know, the stuff I get paid for. And you, Callaghan, try being a pirate for halloween. An eyepatch would do you well."
"Don't drop your soap, Jeff."
"I love you too, Santa."
As Jeff walked away, Nye stood up triumphantly. He totally won that little competition right there. "Shall we move on to get lunch?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:50 pm
Ivie was smiling and chuckling along with the conversaion until Jeff mentioned the bruising on her face. The smile instantly dropped and her eyes followed suit, finding the floor incredibly interesting as the policeman walked away. Reminding her that she was rather bruised and horrible looking was, right now, really not the thing to do. She wasn't about to bring it up though.
"I'd better not..." She said quietly. "I'm not presentable like this..." One hand reached out to prod gingerly at the colourful bruise that matted her her right cheek.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 7:56 pm
"Jeff's just jealous of your wonderously girlish figure, don't worry about him." Nye, fiercely determined to make Ivie feel better, grabbed her around the shoulders in that three musketeers kinda way and marched right out of the station.
When back in the car, Nye buckled in and then just, without even talking, started the vehicle and drove off in a random direction. "Today we're eating at the fifth restaraunt from the third left turn we take." So, here you go Ivie. Nye's starting to really open up to you.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:00 pm
...Did Nye just compliment her? If he did, he didn't give her enough time to really think about it, instead slinging his arm around her and escorting her to the car. Yet again, she wasn't going to get a choice about this, so she obediently buckled up and was ready to go.
Flipping through her bag to see if she'd brought any makeup - she hadn't, unfortunately - Ivie peered over at her driver curiously. "But Nye, what if there aren't any resaraunts there?" That was her main concern, rather than the fact that they had no idea where they might end up eating.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:04 pm
"Then we'll take a right turn, and keep alternating directions every six stop lights until we find number fiiive."
The spontaneity killed most people, but Nye found it made life a little interesting. He met people through random places and spontaneous drives, and even though he often made a fool of himself (especially at sushi bars), he had fun doing it. No one really cared about idiots anymore, right?
Right turn number three came at them rather quickly, and Nye continued on that street through a menagerie of stop lights, but after the seventh one, he had spotted a restaraunt. A brick building, plainly Italian, stood on its lonesome in a half-full parking lot. When Nye pulled in, he seemed rather content with his system of random, and began unbucking his seatbelt. "Shall we?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 3:38 am
For Ivie to go out and eat by herself was practically unknown. She just didn't 'waste' money on herself like that unless she was with company, and we all know how often that happens. Slipping from the seat, now feeling super selfconcious of her face thanks to Jeff, Ivie eyed the building. Well it didn't look run down - in fact it looked relatively new - so her heckles wern't raised. Last time she was in a run down restaurant...
This was no time to get another case of the shakes. "Well, I hope your random restaurant generator works well." She said, following him inside. The smells...they please her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 5:48 pm
Nye hoped his generator worked well too, but he felt like he was forgetting something...
Inside the brick building, it was made plainly obvious that someone was aiming for an Italian feel. The breadbaskets, faux vines resting themselves on the walls, and best of all, the smell of bread and pasta. Yummy.
They were seated promptly, seeing as the restaraunt was relatively empty, and were left with menus. As Nye flipped through his, he was completely unaware of a short young woman at the other end of the room claiming table fifteen, blonde hair tied into a tight bun and apron ironed.
"To think he had the nerve," she said to one of her co-workers, "to come here with another woman, and on my shift!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:00 pm
Yes, the place did look relatively new. The (somewhat over the top) decore had yet to be battered and dusted by time, and the table-cloths wern't patched or stained. Strange that it was so empty but, then again, it was around two-thirty. They were leaving lunch just a little late, but hey.
"You haven't been here before, I gather?" She asked, flipping through the menu. Pasta seemed to be a reoccuring theme in her meals with Nye, so she decided to go for one of the small pizzas the resturant offered. Not particularly healthy, but whatever. Her figure was the last thing on her mind at the moment.
She'd flipped to the back of the menu to look at the drinks when she felt it. Angry looks in their direction. A subtle shift of her eyes to sweep the room did not reveal anything and, feeling slightly silly and overly paranoid, she said in a hushed voice. "Ah....Nye...is someone watching us?"
You couldn't really blame her for being paranoid after yesterday, right?
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:07 pm
Nye, in his nonchalance, decided to stick with his love for pasta and go for some delicious chicken alfredo and garlic bread. Mm, garlic bread. "I don't know, I think I might have like, once or twice before."
Nye felt the looks around the same time as Ivie and looked up casually. His eyes did a sweep of the room and stayed on the blonde just as Ivie pointed out the fact that there was a possibility they were being watched. It was too late to turn back now- the two had made eye contact. "Sort of, I guess."
Thankfully, he was a bit too mature to hide behind his menu or something, so he just sat still until she walked over with that plastic fake-smile tacked onto her face. The subtle anger in her tone was seeping. "Good day, my name is Cassandra and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with some drinks?"
"Raspberry lemonade," Nye started. Better to give her the warning before being a gentleman to Ivie. "hold the spitting, extra ice, if you will."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:13 pm
"Sort of? How does that - ' Ivie cut herself off as the waitress approached. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together - the other woman's stoney-cold eyes and Nye's sudden formality - these two had been something in the past. Oh gods, just what she needed.
Nye might have been more mature than to hide, but Ivie certainly felt like doing it. Perhaps it would be better to play along as if she hadn't noticed, try not to annoy the woman any further. Confrontation was not something she needed right now, she could feel her hand starting to shake a little against the table already, so it was a weak smile she gave to the waitress.
"Ah...honey and lemon tea, please." You couldn't slip anything dangerous into that, surely? "Ah...I think we're ready to place our food orders also, if that's alright?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:23 pm
If Nye could've gotten away with face-palming, he probably would've. Cassie's eyes narrowed. She had taken Ivie's simple question to more of a level where the redhead was trying to get rid of her. In her hoity-toity way, she took out a notepad and a pen.
"Chicken alfredo with extra garlic bread, for me," Nye said grudgingly. "That doesn't come with the angry ex-girlfriend spiel, does it?"
"Sorry, that only comes for people who have the spine to handle it."
Nye puffed up his cheeks and motioned for Ivie to order. The side-glance he sent Cassie was obviously not a pleasant one, and by her expression, she caught it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:26 pm
Ivie, being Ivie, hadn't intended to lace any double meanings into her words. She simply hadn't thought about it and that Cassie might have didn't seem to have occured to her either. Ivie just wasn't that sort of girl.
She was, however, rather aware of the mostly silent battle between Nye and his ex-girlfriend. Well there went their chances for a quiet lunch. Nye wasn't exactly helping the matter, either. Trying to keep her own smile in place, Ivie took a breath.
"Ah, the small marinara pizza for me, please."
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